Daniel Toomey

The following is and obituary on the passing of a fellow boatman, Daniel Toomey, who died at his home in Salinas, CA, on Sunday 15 June, 2003. He was buried Thursday, June 19. I'm sure he was a member of the Vallejo Chapter, since the obit stated he was a member of the "Submarine Veterans". The following are only the highlights of the article. Those of you wishing more details, I will be glad to photocopy the obit and mail it to you.

Daniel I. Toomey, 65, US Navy Retired, died Sunday at his home. He was born March 20, 1938, in Salinas. He served in the Navy for 20 years,

And retired from the US Postal Service after 16 years. Mr. Toomey served aboard the submarines USS Wahoo, USS Capitaine, USS Baya, USS Piper, USS Kamehameha, USS Stonewall Jackson, and the USS John Marshall. American Veterans, Veterans of Foreign Wars, Fleet Reserve Association, Submarine Veterans, and Saint Joseph's Church.

He was a movie enthusiast and trivia whiz, and enjoyed studying military history and following current events. He was devoted to his family and friends, especially enjoyed spending time with his close cousin, Allen Plake of Lake Wildwood. He is survived by his wife of 29 years, Patricia A. Toomey of Salinas; four sons, Jeff Rudolph of Texas, Steven Toomey of Vermont, Beian Toomey of Salinas; two daughters, Kathryn DeAngelo of Salinas and Michelle Russell of Salinas; and 15 grandchildren.

He was buried with full military honors in the Garden of Memories Cemetery.

Since the family suggested memorial contributions to the National Kidney Foundation, I would speculate that he died of a kidney ailment. I did not personally know this gentleman, but I'm sure some of you did.

My deepest sympathy to you all.

Our shipmate has "Crossed The Bar".

In that poem by that name by Alfred Tennyson:

Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
To full for sound or foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark.

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Shipmate, Rest your oar.

Paul Trejo
Dolfin Base